Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 40:

The separation of the priesthood of "celebration" and the re-pursuing of the priesthood of "enjoyment" is something that Vie had already planned.

He even did more than one rehearsal, rehearsing what he should do at that time, and how to respond if he encounters various emergencies, to ensure nothing is lost.

But no matter how much exercise, it can't replace practice.

For example, He did not expect that when he was truly stripped of his priesthood, it turned out to be so painful.

Actually, he has done this kind of exercise, and he has borrowed a few cruel butchers from Morani, and gave himself three knives and six holes when he was practicing, and he was grinning in pain at the time. , Self-feeling has been fully practiced, and even suspected of self-abuse.

Now he understands that his own rehearsal is actually far behind.

Leave aside, the pain of stripping away from the priesthood far exceeded his expectations, even beyond his imagination.

"Chuck" because of his extreme pain, he couldn't even scream, he could only make a meaningless chuckle from his throat, like a rooster that had been choked by his neck, and he was about to die. Similar.

Of course this is just an illusion. Pain alone cannot kill a great god.

Only for a very short moment, Vie even thought that maybe it's better to be alive than to die. After all, everyone knows that dead spirits don't feel pain.

This absurd thought only existed for an extreme moment, and it was directly extinguished by Him. Then, regardless of the three or seventy-two one, he resisted the horrible pain, tried to stabilize the deprived priesthood, and used the last connection between himself and the priesthood to pass it on to the Holy Spirit.

The white light flickered. The Holy Spirit, who was originally covered in a white robe, could not distinguish between men and women, had a great light all over his body. The light tore the white robe apart, and inside was a gentle smile with his eyes curled. A handsome man who makes people feel good at first sight.

But Sui Xiong and the others don't care about observing and understanding the newly succeeded **** of celebrations, and everyone's attention is on Vie.

The most difficult and dangerous thing in this ritual really begins now

The strength of Vie, who has been stripped of the celebration priesthood, has been greatly reduced, and has fallen to the level of quasi-god. In particular, he himself is not good at fighting, and it can even be said that he is not even a quasi-god. I am afraid that a powerful legendary pinnacle will be able to fight him at this moment.

There is no doubt that the current Vier is extremely weak. He found Sui Xiong before and asked Sui Xiong to help protect himself, precisely for this moment.

For a time, the attention of the gods was all focused on him, and could no longer take care of anything else.

At this moment, outside a cage hidden in a small demiplane near the main plane, a mysterious visitor came.

"The opportunity is here." The visitor was shrouded in the color of smoke, so that he could not even see his height, short, fat and thin. His voice was also changed by the strange smoke, hoarse and low, listen Without going out, "the poor lunatic and the green jellyfish are now busy with a major event and can’t make it."

In the golden magical cage, Hasalin, the **** of shadows and assassins, opened his eyes.

He did not ask why, but chose to believe.

I have fallen to this point, what benefits can I get by deceiving myself

What's more, I'm already like this, what else to lose and what to fear

Death? Death is nothing to fear. I never fear death.

So he laughed, and in the next instant, all his powers exploded without reservation.

The cage of divine power that trapped him in it was built by Jolgardeman. With his powerful divine power, the cage built was naturally enough to completely trap a medium divine power. But when Hasalin exploded with all his strength, but he couldn't separate his attention because he was concerned about Vie's situation, the cage suddenly appeared flaws that shouldn't exist, and Hasalin just forced out a small Gap.

In the next instant, Hazarin's body in the cage burst directly into a mass of flames. Most of the fire was annihilated by the powerful divine power that filled the golden cage, but after all, a ray escaped from that small gap.

One strand is enough.

For Hasalin, even if only a strand of body escaped from the cage, it meant a complete escape.

The ray of fire turned in the air, and it changed back to Hasalin. He looked pale and tired, but the light in his eyes was still firm, not half shaken.

"What do you want to do next" asked the figure shrouded in smoke.

Hazarin didn't answer at all, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

In the next moment, his figure appeared in front of the sacred tree used to suppress and destroy the **** of fear, Diart, on the edge of the void city.

His body is shrouded in a constantly distorted flame of weird colors, using this method to temporarily separate himself from the main plane, to avoid being found by the enchantment that the goddess of life left behind to guard the main plane, and a lightning strikes to death.

But the flame of color is obviously slowly weakening, and it can be seen that his power is also weakening.

However, Hasalin didn't care at all.

He thought everything was hopeless, but now he finally has a glimmer of hope. For this glimmer of hope, he doesn't care enough.

I gazed deeply at the sacred tree, my eyes seemed to be able to see through the big tree, and I could see the figure that was always sealed in the middle of the tree in hideous armor. The God of Shadow and Assassination smiled slightly, and rushed forward without hesitation, burning all his remaining divine power in an instant, and all his power was injected into the usual divine weapon "Spirit of the Soul", stabs fiercely. To the **** tree.

The power of this knife is incomparable. No matter how strong the vitality of the sacred tree is, it can't stand it. In an instant, the branches and leaves are withered and yellow and woody. It is as if it has been eroded by countless years after it died, and it has been completely weathered.

At this moment, as long as a light breeze blows, this sacred tree will completely collapse, turning into countless debris and scattered on the ground.

However, in the sacred tree, countless green veins glowed.

In the next instant, the green light filled the sacred tree that had completely withered and decayed~IndoMTL.com~ replaced its original structure and reshaped its body according to its previous appearance.

It is still green, still towering, and the withering and decay just now seems to be just an illusion.

But Hazarin can't see this scene anymore. That knife burned all of his power, and even the essence of the existence of the gods was burned out. From that moment on, there was no longer the character of the "Shadow and Assassination God Hasalin" in the world.

When a man of courage is determined to do something, he will often say "unsuccessful, then be benevolent", but Hasalin goes a step further. He doesn't care whether he succeeds or not, he directly uses his own life as All of the chips were thrown out.

"It's a terrific decisiveness." A face emerged from the new withered tree just now. If you look closely, it is exactly what Sui Xiong looks like on the earth.

Fortunately, he incorporated a clone into this sacred tree, so that he was able to reshape the sacred tree just now at the very moment of his death, avoiding the priesthood of the God of Fear from flying away.

Because of this, he did not have time to catch Hasalin again, and could only watch the loyal assassin whom he admired for his death.

With a secret sigh, Sui Xiong used a branch to roll up the divine weapon that fell on the ground, and put it in the trunk, placing it next to the crystal of the Fear God, and the one left after the Fear God collapsed and dissipated. Put pieces of hideous armor together.

"I don’t know if you had a good impression of each other before you were alive, but I think your relics should be kept together and stay with each other like this." He said to himself, "Someone may think I’m hypocritical, but I If you think, let these two artifacts be your commemorations."

After speaking, the tree of God returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.